Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"Look, hurry up, Toma. We're gonna be late!

"Yes, Mama."

This year, Toma, who turns 8, rubs her sleepy eyes and diligently follows the cobblestone path to avoid lagging behind her mother leaving the house.

With the help of a father who works in a workshop, my mother has been out sometimes, but lately she really seems to be understaffed, going out every day out of the dark.

Then I couldn't eat my breakfast, so I went with him to the workshop where the warm dishes came out, and one of the workshop craftsmen paid attention to Toma's skill and dexterity, so that he could give me a small job somehow.

It was just a little work to get me some breakfast, or even a craftsman's house, and it was late today, but when I did that, the craftsman would give me salty nuts. Sometimes I mean sweet dried fruit.

Toma was happy to help her work because she was a hungry child all year round, as all boys around this age were.

Because the workshop work rose in the morning sun, long before lunch, and then there was plenty of time to play with my neighbor's friends.

Besides, since my father moved from a small shoe factory to my current one and my daily meals were much better, but I went into and out of the workshop less often, and Toma was feeling a little lonely, I didn't think it was such a bad environment to be able to work with my father and mother right now, a little praised to work, and my parents would smile at that.

So it's okay to be a little sleepy. I'm not a kid anymore.

That's how Toma walks alongside her mother, a little bit with her big crotch.

Father's workplace is in the back of a leather street where a slightly unpleasant smell can get in.

Why is it here? Even though my dad is a shoe store. And, Thomas wondered at first, but when he came to Leather Street, he realized that he could always eat warm things for breakfast, and get a warm drink, he didn't like the slightly unpleasant smell of Leather Street either.

"Whoa, Tomahawk, you want to start in the morning?

When I get to the workshop, a familiar craftsman speaks to the teasing mood.

"Well, I'm already an apprentice."

Toma answers with her chest stretched.

I started working in the workshop, so you're already a fine apprentice. That's what my mom said, no doubt about it.

My sister Marie and my brother Alan are still asleep, but they work for me.

A large number of artisans had already begun to work. His father, too, has already begun working with a small hammer and cone behind the workshop towards the workbench.

"Toma, then my mom's gonna do her job, so you're gonna be good for everybody, too, right?

"Takeshi! Me, I'm already full of Mirai!

Mommy said, "Shiver." Daddy said.

So there's an aunt at home, and she's still got little Marie and Alan to take care of.

"Right, Tomahawk. Well, why don't you grab some breakfast from next door?"

Craftsmen work in the dark without breakfast, so the time for Toma to come is a sign of a meal.

"Okay! I'm coming!

That's how Toma busily runs around the neighborhood's workshop until the morning sun rises.

Even that day, I was able to do my job properly, so I swelled my little breasts open with great satisfaction, and when Toma tried to return, she was stopped by a beautiful redhead woman who came out of the back of the workshop.

Toma is just a little prettier than her mom, the artisans call her, ma'am.

that wife, when she crouched down and matched herself with the height of her eyes

"He's a fine apprentice, so I need to give him a proper salary."

And he let me gently hold the money.

This is the one my mom would give me for a festival day or something!

Excited, looking up at his wife with a little confusion, the red-haired wife smiled and stroked Toma's head.

"It's okay, I work hard every day. I told Mom and Dad, too."

Toma smiled with a full face.

"Thanks! Ma'am!

I thanked him and ran from the workshop to the house, at a glance.

Because I thought I heard a voice called something, but if my mom found me, I had a feeling I'd be covered.

I wonder if I could buy Marie and Alan some sweets. Or maybe I'll buy the toys I wanted,

Toma grabbed the bitch in her little hand and ran hard to the house, smiling and breathing.

I'm going to have to worry about what I'm going to buy, because I'm going to have to wait for the first time.